Neither I am in ache,
nor I am in Bleakness.
I am just a wind,
that glides Endlessly.

In the Ravishing void,
by the Gloaming star.
Skimming through memoir,
of our Timeless bliss.

The birds of Vermillion are flying,
The grace of my solitude is gliding.
The trees of glamour are rejoicing,
With the wind of mist guiding.

Though my heart still awaits,
In the beauty of your serene joy,
Pondering upon the depths of void,
In remembrance of your endless joy.

Pearly leaves,
Over the cliffs.
Amid twilight,
Seeking your light.

Foggy sky,
Veiling my cry.
Frisking love,
In the cherry clove.

Flying through the crocuses,
Finding her piece of bruises.
That gazes over my soul,
In the search of lifeless ghoul.

Even in the depth of dreams,
I still find myself in ruins.
Though her love still,
Takes my heart by steal.